Page 25 of Embracing My Nightmare
“What happened in the park, lamb? What did that man say to you?” he asked before placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
I’m always watching.
A tremor started in my hand and I flexed it a few times, hoping to hide my fear from him. I wasn’t afraid of Devlin—I was just afraid. Somewhere in the back of my mind was a niggling memory, but as hard as I scratched it, I couldn’t make the connection.
Sensing my hesitation, Devlin spun me around in his arms and locked his blue eyes to mine. He caressed my cheek and my vision grew watery at the love shining back at me. Was it love? Or was it something more?
“Please, baby. Whatever it is, I need to know so I can take care of it.”
“Take care of it?” I asked, my eyebrows drawn down in confusion.
“Lamb, someone did or said something that scared you, and it was bad enough to make you pass out. I need to know what it was so I can make sure they won’t be a threat to you. I promised to protect you and I meant it.” Leaning over, he kissed me deeply then pulled back, resting his head against mine. I pressed my cheek against his heart and felt the steady beat deep in my soul. His dark voice sounded down and his words shook me, “Elise, do you trust me?”
I looked up at him and his deep blue eyes were shining down on me. I knew Devlin wouldn’t let me go and I didn’t want him to. If he was willing to kill for me, his guiding emotionmustbe love and aside from Chuck and Blaire, I had never experienced that.
That’s what love is, right? Protecting the person above all else.
“I trust you, Devlin. With my life and with my heart.” Placing his large hand over my chest, I squeezed his hand on my breast and watched his eyes hood with desire.
He picked me up and carried me to the couch, setting me down and placed a blanket over my legs. Walking back into the kitchen, he made us both a cup of coffee, handed mine to me as he sat next to me, and pulled my legs onto his lap. I felt his semi-hard length pressing against the arch of my foot and I fought the temptation to rub against it.
I needed him to fuck the demons back into the recesses of my mind and make me forget everything except for him and his yearning for me. I had never let those thoughts out of the vault in my mind but realizing Devlin dropped everything he was doing for me, strengthened me somehow.
“Tell me what happened at the park,” he said, his tone leaving no room for discussion or evasion.
“I went for a walk to clear my head. I do it all the time and it always seems to push the nightmares further back in my mind.” His gaze turned to mine. I took a sip of coffee and gripped the mug with both hands as I continued, “I went farther than I ever had, lost in thought. When I realized I was at the Pierce’s gate, I turned around. Halfway back, I stopped for water and a homeless man walked up. I thought he would hurt me, so I prepared myself for a fight.” I grinned slightly and he smiled. “He wanted water and I turned to leave when he said something that confused me. He said . . . he said . . .”
Devlin stroked my legs over the blanket, and I closed my eyes before repeating the warning. I couldn’t bear to see the hurt on his face when I recited it. “You’re just a possession to him. A doll to occupy his time. Eventually, he’ll get tired of playing with you and will let his true colors out. I hope you’ll be ready when that happens. Not many people survive him.”
Tense muscles pushed against the back of my legs as the words sounded into the apartment. I looked up to find a cold dead stare in his eyes, his gaze locked on the opposite wall. “Devlin?” my voice was small as I waited for him to acknowledge me.
He turned and his beautiful eyes shone back at me, no anger in my direction. He took a swallow of the cup he had a death grip on and sat it on the coffee table. Shifting to face me, he asked, “Then what happened?”
Clearing my throat, I responded, “I asked him if he knew me. He said no, but he knew you. He . . . he called you a monster in a nice suit. I ran as fast as possibleaway from him and I passed out when I got back up to the top of the path. I forgot to eat yesterday and I’m sure that my blood sugar was low.” I shrugged, trying to downplay the whole thing.
His hands clenched into fists, his scarred knuckles white with tension. I tossed the blanket aside and straddled his lap. Grasping one of his hands, I brought it to my mouth and placed soft kisses on the grooved and raised wounds. Feeling the tension leave his stiff body, I ran my hands up his chest, my fingers against the side of his neck. Leaning in, I placed a soft kiss against his lips and pulled back with a shy smile.
“I don’t believe him. I know you love me. I feel it in my soul,” I said and hoped I hadn’t just stepped over the line. Love wasn’t something I understood completely, but what I felt for him was deeper than a simple word thrown around like confetti. Leaning over, his body was relaxed and his hands gripped my hips as I brought my mouth to his ear.
Allowing the blackness to push out from the depths of me, I whispered, “I know you love me because you killed for me. You protected me. You’re always watching me. You came back for me.” I sat back and looked deep into his blue eyes, finding the darkness smiling back at me. “And I know you would kill anyone who hurt me. Just like I would for you.”
Resting against his legs, I peered at him with veiled eyes.Feeling this thick shaft pressing against my aching core, I licked my lips and slid off his lap, kneeling on the floor. Running my hands up his muscular legs, I cupped his growing length. He lifted his ass and pulled his sweatpants down, his thick length slapping against his stomach. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him as I peered up at him through his spread legs.
He kept his eyes on me, watching every move with a wicked smile on his face. I sat back and removed my shirt, tossing it behind me, followed quickly by my pants. Kneeling between his legs, his dominating stare on me gave me power and confidence. I reached up, grasped his thick cock, and stroked it firmly.
His strong hand cupped my cheek as I stared up at him through his spread legs, his heavy length resting powerfully in my hand. I ran my tongue up the length of his veiny shaft and his hips lurched up. Swirling around the head, I tasted his salty pre-cum and it spurred me on.
I looked up at him as I kissed the tip of his cock. “I love you, Devlin,” I said, then I swallowed as much of him as I could, my lips stretched tight around his girth.
He groaned and his eyes fell closed as he rested his head against the couch behind him. He buried his hands into my hair as I bobbed my head, my hands pumping the shaft as I slurped him down contently. I had dreamed of this, my mouth wrapped around him as he opened himself up to me. He was vulnerable as I worshipped his cock, but my only goal was to bring him as much pleasure as he had brought me.
“Fuck, lamb. Swallow me down. Fuck, yeah. That’s so fucking good,” he praised and my heart soared.
I could still taste his pre-cum on my tongue as I licked and kissed him, rubbing the head across my lips. His feral look as I glanced up had my pussy gushing. I brushed my hand down my torso, the need to touch myself growing. Devlin wrenched my head off his cock with a pull of my hair, and a string of saliva kept us connected.
“I told you, if you want to come, just say my name.” There was a deep purr in his voice as my eyelids fluttered and my pussy clenched.
Licking the head, I kept my eyes locked on his as I whispered, “Devlin, please make me come.”
